Chapter 6 Chapter 2 An isolated city, Wanren Mountain (2)

"As soon as the two of them came in, I kept an eye on his bag. Mr. Yang was so generous, he threw a few copper coins to each of them. I thank you very much, thank you for your kindness... I still keep an eye on his bag. Good leather, shiny, yellowish, bright, it can be seen by everyone. How high it rises, God knows what kind of treasure the bag is. I will keep an eye on the bag. Cough, that foreign Guizi's hands are very tight, and he doesn't leave an inch. The waiter saw the stairs, and he couldn't get up to the private room on the second floor. Damn it, I have no luck today... "aa" I turned in, and then drove me out, and again Go in, rush again. Pull more than ten people away, why do you leave me alone, I can’t eat the official food? I shouted, I saw it, I saw it, why didn’t you take me away? That turtle My son, Commander Nie, asked, what are you calling? What are you calling? What do you see? I will tell him, I saw a man in black clothes and black trousers, with his head covered by a black cloth...  words Before he even had to say a word, the turtle son, Chief Nie, shouted, "Slap your mouth! Ouch——" They clapped their hands, Ouch—I shouted, Lord Qingtian, please forgive me, I have nothing to see , I just don’t want to eat the food from the official’s house... the turtles will laugh and kick my ass..."

"The two foreign gentlemen were arguing and arguing, and wept so sadly! I earned more than a hundred taels of money in vain a month, dressed neatly, and had a full belly. What is there to be uncomfortable? The hearts of the people are not enough, so I asked them to come to live in Xianrendong the next day, even if they cried, they would not be able to cry. Why are they foreigners when they come to our Qing Dynasty? Who are we when we go to Dongyang? Why? Why can’t we afford to foreign him? Foreigners are also human beings. Officials are more afraid of seeing foreigners than mice seeing cats. They dare not ask a question when they meet foreigners. Braiding is chopping off heads! One head at a time, one head at a time, it’s more convenient than chopping carrots.”

"While listening to the fish ferry, I heard a bang. I don't know what is making the noise. Is there going to be thunder on a sunny day? Oops, the old city has suffered! I got up and ran, and the boat owner shouted, a A copper coin will cross you! A copper coin will ferry you! I have legs, and I only walked two miles. What fool would throw the copper coin to you for nothing! Go around the Shangguan Bridge and run to the city gate. Close the door. I can’t enter the city, so I went back to Tingyudu, and the boat owner shouted at the other side again, I’ll cross you with two copper coins! I still don’t answer. What fool just throws the copper coins to you for nothing I saw that oriental female gentleman stand up and give something to the owner of the boat, and the owner of the boat ferryed the boat to me, saying that the lady gave him the money and asked him to take me across the river. Burn everyone to death I have legs, who wants to take your boat? I called him, boat owner, you give me back the money, the money was given to me by the lady, and I will not take your boat to cross the river, you have to pay back Give it to me! After arguing with him for a long time, Guizi was only willing to give me back a copper coin, saying that he had already swung for a while, and his strength could not be wasted. I wanted one too. Picking up the copper coin, Ge Laozi walked another two Lilu, bypassing the Shangguan Bridge and returning to the opposite side, the lady was still sitting on the pier without saying a word. I asked her, what do you want me to do? I don’t understand what she said, I She didn’t understand what she was talking about. She didn’t know what she wanted me to do across the river. That female gentleman was born with a bodhisattva heart, and she would never leave empty-handed when she saw her. If she doesn’t leave, I won’t leave either. Sitting on the pier, staring at the gate of the city. Later, the lady cried, crying so sadly. I guess she was waiting so anxiously for someone. She didn’t understand what I said, and it was difficult to persuade her She. I just watched her cry and couldn't stop. Karma, Karma, how sad it is to make a Bodhisattva cry!"

Every night, the beggars would retell to everyone what they had experienced during the day.It is their luxury to gather together in the fairy cave and set up a Longmen formation. It is the only happiness and reward they can get without begging from others.On this day, as usual, Wangcai was mixed in the lively Longmen Formation of the Immortal Gang, mixed in the joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys only related to the beggars.Hearing others speak so vigorously, Wangcai didn't respond.Wangcai didn't talk to each other because he had a very serious matter on his mind that day.In fact, when the explosion happened, Wangcai was collecting debts from Boss Chen in the kitchen in the backyard of Huixian Tea House.Wangcai has delivered cow dung cakes to Boss Chen four times in a row. Boss Chen has always said that he will pay after collecting two hundred catties, but he has never given the money.Of course, Wangcai is a cow dung eater, and a cow dung eater would not be so confused as to give away cow dung cakes for nothing.Wangcai gave the cow dung cake to Boss Chen on credit because Boss Chen's wife agreed to help him inquire about the marriage of the third sister.Mrs. Chen said that she often has cheongsams and skirts that are embroidered by Cai Liuniang.When she went to ask about the third sister, Cai Liuniang would not stop talking.But Mrs. Chen's news today disappointed Wangcai. Mrs. Chen said that Mrs. Zheng from the soup pot shop had asked a matchmaker to go to Cai Liuniang's house to propose a marriage.After telling the news about herself in the kitchen, Mrs. Chen turned her head to comfort Wangcai and said, "Wangcai, don't be angry, you can visit another family in the next day. Our Yincheng does not only have one third sister. Cai Liuniang is willing to marry her daughter The one in black leather really has the soles of the feet and long eyes, and sees things upside down." Wang Cai smiled awkwardly, and Wang Cai said: "Mrs. I can’t be worthy of my third sister.” After talking about saving face, Wangcai brought up the cowshit business, and told Boss Chen that he would wait for the hard-earned money to buy rice. of.Boss Chen just laughed, "You, Wangcai, are so short-sighted. When you hear bad news, you'll wait for the rice to go to the pot, and come to collect debts immediately." There was a sound, and the doors and windows of the house slammed and flew.Boss Chen yelled and turned around and ran to the front of the shop.Wangcai took a look at the street and knew that something was wrong, so he hurriedly exited from the back door of the teahouse.Across the street, Wangcai could still hear people yelling in panic and terror: It's not good!Oh no!Master Yuan is blown up!However, apart from surprise and novelty, Wangcai didn't care much about the life and death of the prefect, because the prefect didn't owe him any debts.Wangcai is very unhappy now. He is worried that the cow dung cake money owed by Boss Chen, whose coffin has been dragged away, may become a debt without head.

Ever since the magistrate was killed, Wangcai knew that the rich men in Yincheng were hiding money; that Mr. Nie Qian sent troops out of the city to repair Fenger, and set up checkpoints to search for assassins; he knew that someone in Sanxingzhai rebelled; Knowing that a row of 18 cages had been set up outside the gate of the Anding Camp, Mr. Nie Qian had already executed three criminals, and three more would die at noon every day after that.People in the city rushed to watch the execution like they were going to a temple fair.Wangcai decided that he would go to see it every day in the future.It's not that Wangcai likes to watch murders, Wangcai just doesn't give up, as long as Boss Chen doesn't die, he can hope to get his hard-earned money back.In addition to these major events, Wangcai also knew that there were two fake beggars who did not join the gang at the Yuren School.They come out to beg when they are full every day, and they only beg next to the school.Wangcai thought, assassins are being caught everywhere.Could it be that the assassin is hiding in the school?Wangcai felt that the Yincheng people seemed to be a little nervous these days.But Wangcai has nothing to worry about. As long as the stove for burning cow dung cakes in the city is still smoking, there will be housewives waiting for him to deliver the goods.Wangcai's biggest worry every day is his cow dung cake.Wangcai built two rows of tall bamboo frames under the stone eaves, and each row of bamboo frames is divided into five layers.Every time a new cow dung cake is made, it must be hung on the bottom layer.Then, they are replaced one by one, and the top layer is the dried cow dung cake.There should be no slight confusion between the layers. If mixed, cow dung cakes with different degrees of dryness and wetness will be mixed together.Selling undried cow dung cakes is the most annoying thing for housewives, and it is also the most taboo thing for Wangcai.Although Wangcai has worked hard, Wangcai has never earned a penny of bad money in his life.To be a bullshit guy is to abide by the rules of a bullshit guy.

Father Zheng inserted three sticks of incense sticks into the incense burner under the shrine, wiped his clean hands carefully on the leather apron on his chest, and then shouted loudly to the hall of the main room: " Dwarf, hurry up!" Following a burst of rushing footsteps, the dwarf ran out from the hallway.Zheng Xiaozai was dressed exactly like his father. He was also dressed in black and black trousers, with a long leather apron on his chest. Hemp rope was used to tie the bottom of his trousers. Cover your feet.Probably because the task at hand was not finished yet, Zheng Xiaozai was holding a ball of thick hemp rope for tying cows in his hand, with a steel knife for killing cows dangling from his mouth, with a ferocious and terrifying face grinning.Seeing his son's appearance, Mr. Zheng scolded him: "I told you to worship the Bull King, not to kill people. You look like a bandit!"

Zheng Aizai hurriedly put the steel knife and hemp rope on the ground. Father Zheng scolded again: "Master Zhifu lost his head in the explosion, and you lost your head too? If you don't wash your hands clean, what will the bull king say?" Zheng Xiaozai walked over obediently with his head sullen. After washing in the copper basin for a while, I wiped my hands carefully on the clothes, and then returned to the front of the shrine and stood behind my father.The stone-carved shrine is inlaid on the outer wall of the main hall. There is no statue of the bull king in the shrine, only a wooden tablet of the bull king stands.Red paper was pasted on the wooden sign, and on the red paper was written "Ugly Pedestrian King Bull King God Table" with a brush in block letters.This red paper needs to be replaced in Niuwang Temple on the eighth day of October every year.The first day of October is the birthday of Niu Wang. From the first day to the seventh day, people from the soup pot shop are strictly prohibited from entering the temple gate. sky.Mr. Zheng turned around and straightened his son's rolled-up collar, and looked down at himself again. After he was sure that everything was in order, Mr. Zheng folded his hands together and led his son to the bull king tablet and the curling Qingyan bowed solemnly three times, while kneeling and muttering: Zhengji Tangguo knelt down and begged the ugly star king to forgive his sins and not die, and in the next life, he entrusted Niu Ma Gan to be driven by the Niu King.This ceremony is the rule of the Yincheng soup pot shop. Before the shop is opened for slaughter every day, it is necessary to offer incense to the bull king and kneel down to confess his crime.In Yincheng, only dead cattle and wounded, old, sick, and disabled cattle will be brought to the soup pot shop for slaughter.The day before the operation of the knife, feed a fine meal and drink clear water once.Before each cow is slaughtered and stripped, no matter whether it is dead or alive, it is necessary to burn a stick of incense for it in front of the shrine of the Bull King.People in the soup pot shop who make a living by slaughtering are called "those who wear black skin" by the people of Yincheng.This appellation not only contains contempt, but also contains a complex psychological cover-up.Yincheng people use cattle, raise cattle, love cattle, and respect cattle, but Yincheng people also kill cattle and eat cattle.A cow was bought by its owner to Yincheng, and it spent its whole life working hard for the owner under the wheel. In the end, it was inevitably killed by a knife, and its own flesh and blood, internal organs, skin, bones, horns, and hooves were also used for others. enjoy.After doing such a thing, my conscience is always a little uneasy.Therefore, the people of Yincheng pushed the panic and guilt that had nowhere to rest on the cattle killer.Therefore, in the eyes of the people of Yincheng, the soup pot shop is a lower occupation than being a prostitute.This is a bit like people's attitude towards executioners. Although those executioners with steel knives kill criminals who "deserve to be killed", seeing them keep beheading the heads of their own kind, the fear and disgust in people's hearts can only be Every day.However, it is not allowed to kill cattle privately in Yincheng.Because the bamboo strips used for sinking wells and extracting brine need to use a large number of cowhide strips as joints.And because more cows are used in brine mining, less cowhide is consumed, and less cows are used in drilling, and more cowhide is consumed. In order to adjust the surplus, the people of Yincheng set up a "leather bureau", also known as "Huiji Gongju". , the major saltworks elected "principals" to take turns ruling.Everyone stipulates the contract and reports it to the county government for record, which is supervised by the government.No cattle household is allowed to kill cattle privately for any reason, and all cattle that need to be slaughtered must be transferred to the soup pot shop at a low price for slaughter.Among them, a live cow makes fifteen hangs of money, and a dead cow makes ten hangs of money. (One sling of money is worth a thousand Wen, and you can buy more than one bucket of rice.) After the slaughter, the beef blood, beef, butter, and tripe are sold raw and cooked by the soup pot shop.The hides, horns, bones, and hooves were all handed over to Huiji Public Bureau, or processed by Huiji Public Bureau's own workshop, or transferred to other workshops for processing.The processed cowhide is uniformly purchased by the Huiji Public Bureau and sold back to major saltworks at a relatively low price.Tanned and sun-dried cowhide is priced by the catty, and a piece of cowhide costs about one tael of silver.The money obtained from this monopoly, in addition to supporting daily expenses, is used as a special relief fund for the Huiji Public Bureau.In order to ensure the monopoly of cowhide, the Huiji Public Bureau hired patrolmen to patrol around, and anyone who slaughtered cattle privately would be confiscated and severely punished.Therefore, for hundreds of years, thousands of cows came and went in Yincheng, life and death changed, ensuring the most stable industry. Although "those in black leather" are despised in Silver City, they have income that despise can never take away.

Like most soup pot shops in Yincheng, Zhengji soup pot shop also stays in Xincheng. It also has three shop houses facing the street.In the middle of the main room is an open hall, which is separated from the backyard by a wooden door that is as wide as the wall.Walking through the hall is the backyard.There is a row of large water tanks half a person high in the corner of the courtyard. The water in the water tanks is specially used for slaughtering and washing, and they are all fresh water from the Silver Stream.In order to facilitate washing, the yard is paved with stone slabs, and an open drainage channel is left.Wooden stakes for tying cattle, wooden basins for blood collection, wooden racks and hooks for disemboweling, strips for deboning meat, large iron pots for boiling water and hair, and frying pans for cooking oil. Pots, large and small knives for slaughtering and skinning are all placed in the backyard.In order to prevent cats and dogs from coming in and biting, the backyard is surrounded by high walls.The outlet of the gutter is also anti-blocked with an iron grid.The so-called son inherits his father's business. Although Zheng Aizai has never been to school and does not know a single word, he has followed his father since he was a child, and has mastered a set of good skills of slaughtering and skinning cows in this backyard.

Father Zheng worshiped very seriously, and after kowtowing, he would kneel on the ground and close his eyes to pray silently for a while.The dwarf's knees ached on the flagstones, and he writhed involuntarily.Father Zheng didn't open his eyes, but only ordered from the corner of his mouth, "Stay still!" The dwarf didn't dare to move anymore, and endured it for a while, the sharp pain quickly became numb. After a while, when he saw his father put down his hands and was about to get up, the dwarf hurriedly stood up first, eager to help his father's arm.Unexpectedly, he stepped on the hem of his apron with his toes, staggered and fell on the stone floor, and scratched his forehead.The dwarf who fell on the ground stood up again in front of his father, the unconcealable panic oozing out with the blood from his forehead.Father Zheng hurriedly grabbed a handful of incense ashes from the censer and spread it on his son's wound: "Why are you panicking? You are panicking, and you are about to start a family soon. You are the only one who can support your family in the next day." You!" The dwarf didn't feel the pain, he poked on the stone floor motionless, letting his father heal his wound.The dwarf knew what his father was nagging about.Shorty had already met the third sister of Cai Liu's family.In order to be able to climb this marriage, the father sent himself to send countless heads and hooves across the river.The third sister is a nice person, but it's a pity that one eye is always slanted and out of alignment.But the marriage has already been decided.My father has already made arrangements for this matter, and my father said, shorty, don’t be picky, we can’t afford to be able to marry our third sister in black and go home!Seeing his father put the remaining incense ash back into the incense burner, the dwarf said, "Dad, don't be angry, I don't feel pain."

While talking, the dwarf walked through the hall first. Beside the stake in the backyard, a buffalo chewing its cud stood quietly, without a trace of panic in its serene eyes. Surrounded by a few buzzing gadflies, a trail of saliva glistened in the sunlight. Two years ago, when the first semester of Yuren School started, because of the rush of preparations and a lot of thoughts, I hadn't had time to write my own school song.Temporarily select the lyrics in "New Singing in Primary School" and "Singing in New China", and use them as the students' music class teaching materials after composing.In the second semester, Liu Lanting personally wrote the lyrics of the school song for his school, and asked Xiushan Fangzi, who taught music, to compose the school song.After the song was finished, Liu Lanting set off a school song movement in the school.He asked all the students who entered the school to learn to sing the school song within ten days, and then all gathered on the playground every morning and evening to sing the school song three times.In addition, the organ will be carried to the rostrum of the wind and rain playground, and Yoshiko Xiushan will accompany all the teachers and students.The education school was originally co-educational.However, at the request of some parents, it was changed to different classes in the same school.Singing the school song is a rare common activity for male and female students, so everyone is extremely excited.Before that, people in Yincheng had only heard opera and folk songs. No one had ever heard of a school song, and no one thought that hundreds of people could sing a song at the same time, and it was a song specially sung for the education school.So, for a long time, every time it was time to sing the school song, the hillside outside the school wall was full of onlookers.There is a beautiful organ, a newly equipped playground, neat school uniforms, and school flags fluttering in the wind. The children in Yuren School are full of air, and the loud and clear children's voices are like thousands of whistle pigeons flying into the blue sky together, hovering in the sky. Both sides of Silver Creek:

Welcome to the east of Daiding Xiaguang, west to the sound of silver water, the thousand-year-old city has a new look, Gaotang Huayu my school students. Peach red and plums go through wind and rain, and the natural selection of the strong wins. There is no limit to the sea of ​​learning, there is a path to the mountain of books, and teachers and students are accompanied by lonely lights. May the young people go forward bravely and celebrate the prosperity of Shenzhou together in the future. Hearing the singing, people from Yincheng would often stop what they were doing, stop and listen, and turn their faces towards the direction of the school.I waited until the singing stopped, and then I started to do my own thing again with a smile. I could not stop admiring: "It sounds good, it sounds good! Dolls sing really good!" Over time, the singing of Yuren School became silver. part of city life.During school holidays, especially during winter and summer vacations, people will feel that the long days are less lively and angry, and more cold and lonely. After repeated negotiations, Yuren School finally reopened after the Mid-Autumn Festival holiday.But Nie Qinxuan made three rules: First, during the martial law period, all students are not allowed to leave the school gate without permission.Second, the teachers and students of this school are not allowed to have any correspondence with outside the school.Third, anyone who violates the prohibition will be detained.Students who returned to school after the Mid-Autumn Festival holiday saw two notices facing each other on the wall of the gate as soon as they returned to school, and saw eight soldiers with guns lined up on both sides of the gate.Below the notice is the signature of Nie Qinxuan, the new commander of the patrol battalion.Of those two notices, one was a ban on the teachers and students of the school, and the other was an ultimatum ordering the assassin to surrender.Even without these two notices and those soldiers with guns, the atmosphere in the school was already tense and a little breathless.All kinds of news spread everywhere, and the scene of the magistrate being killed in the bombing was repeated in various horrific versions.Every day at 3:00 noon, three people were executed outside the gate of the old city barracks.Although the students could not leave the school gate, they could still hear the sound of the gong beating before the execution, which came from afar from the old city.After the Mid-Autumn Festival, although the school song was still being sung on the playground every morning and evening, there were no crowds of onlookers on the deserted hillside. The singing of being imprisoned in the wall by those notices and soldiers added a lot of sadness. Teachers and students often couldn't help but burst into tears when they said the sentence.The students found that their music teacher cried the most, and on several occasions she even stopped playing the piano in the midst of her wailing. On the day of the explosion, Xiushan Fangzi finally waited for her elder brother and Ouyang Langyun at Tingyu Wharf.When she got off the ferry, she saw the wound on Ouyang Langyun's hand and that pale face.Hideyama Jiro immediately told her not to ask any more questions, but to talk about everything after returning to school.But as soon as he returned to school, Ouyang Langyun shut himself in the room immediately.When Yoshiko Hideyama rushed to call the door with alcohol and bandages, Hideyama Jiro called her from behind: "Yoshiko, stop calling, Takano-kun can't hear you." "Can't hear? Why?" "He's deaf." "What did you say?" "Yoshiko, the amount of explosives is too high. He was too close to the bomb. He was deafened by the bomb. He forgot to wear earplugs. I don't know if he can recover his hearing. Yoshiko, Takano-kun is not just deaf, He's also in a messed up mental state right now." Fangzi's eyes widened in horror, "You said he threw the bomb?" Hideyama Jiro nodded, "Yoshiko, it's just something that will happen sooner or later... Dad taught them so that one day they will do something like this. But Takano-kun can't bear his calculation mistakes. Maybe Dad shouldn't have taught these things in the first place. The Chinese..." Xiushan Fangzi left her brother behind, pushed open the door recklessly, and saw Ouyang Langyun sitting on a chair facing the door, with his injured hand on the table, Xiushan Fangzi once again saw that pale face full of tears. It was a shameful smile: "Fangzi... I'm really sorry for Mr. Xiushan, I still haven't done it well, and I still forgot to wear earplugs." Because he couldn't hear his own voice, Ouyang Langyun looked stiff and clumsy when he spoke, and the expression on his face The expression seemed to be sleepwalking, slow and unfamiliar.Xiushan Fangzi grabbed Ouyang Langyun's hand forgetfully: "Ouyang Jun, let's go together, let's go home together... Let's go back to Japan together." Ouyang Langyun pulled out his hand with difficulty, and kept pointing to his ear, "Fangzi, I'm sorry, I can't hear, I can't hear anything, don't cry, I'm not hurt, I was just scratched by the tiles, I don't hurt at all, really don't hurt at all..." Fangzi Xiushan did not expect that the uncalculated bomb gave her unexpected courage.But when he finally had the courage to confess his love to his lover, he became a deaf man who couldn't hear anything.Yoshiko grabbed a pen and paper from the table, and wrote out her own words: "Takano-kun, you are in a very dangerous situation now, only your Japanese passport can protect you, come home with us...go back to Japan." Ouyang Langyun shook his head, "Fangzi, I shouldn't leave, I should die. So many of my comrades have died, so I should die too... Mr. Xiushan is right, what I lack is courage...you and Jiro return Let's go home, there is going to be a war here..." Xiushan Fangzi burst into tears: "Ouyang Jun, why would you rather die than have me...why?" Hideyama Jiro kept drinking from the sidelines: "Yoshiko! Don't talk nonsense! Dad will never allow you to marry a Chinese!" Although he couldn't hear anything, Ouyang Langyun still understood the conversation in front of him.He understood that no matter what he did, it would not change Hideyama Jiro's contempt for "Chinese people".What Ouyang Langyun couldn't understand was that the two brothers and sisters were so completely different.Only now did Ouyang Langyun finally understand what he had overlooked.In this meticulous assassination plan, he fatally ignored this selfless woman.The unspeakable apology and warmth turned the miserable smile on Ouyang Langyun's face into emotion. He pointed to the line that Fangzi had just written and said, "Fangzi, I don't want to make you sad, but I don't even want to see you now I was hurt. I am Ouyang Langyun, not Takano Tozo... We promised Mr. Xiushan that we would never involve the two of you in what we are going to do. The beheaded person should be the Chinese Ouyang Langyun ... My comrades have already been beheaded. My head is no more valuable than others' heads... I am not denying you, but I cannot deceive you. There is really going to be a war here, and many people will die, will There are many people whose heads are going to be chopped off... This is China's business, not yours, you should all go back to Japan, go back to your own hometown and live a good life." It may also be because of talking too much, Ouyang Langyun's pronunciation became more and more vague, Xiushan Fangzi noticed that there was dry black blood in Ouyang Langyun's left helix.While crying, she dipped the handkerchief she used to wipe her tears into the water in the cup, and gently scrubbed Ouyang Langyun.The clean white handkerchief stained with tears was immediately stained with blood again.Ouyang Langyun struggled out of his ambition, held that soft and slender hand, and couldn't help crying: "Fangzi, I really can't lie to you, my head will be chopped off sooner or later... In this life, this life I can no longer repay you. This time you go back to Japan and you can tell Mr. Xiushan that my bombs are well done and the bombs are thrown very accurately... It has nothing to do with whether I am from China..." Xiushan Fangzi wrote down a few words resolutely, "Swear to the death that we will not be separated..." Hideyama Jiro snatched the paper angrily and tore it up face to face, "Yoshiko, I promise my father will bring you home safely, and I will never leave you alone in China!" Fangzi immediately tore her brother's clothes and cried loudly.Although Ouyang Langyun couldn't hear it, he knew that it was because of himself that he was arguing.He had no choice but to pick up a pen to write out what he said just now, then stood up smiling, and put the sentence in front of the quarreling brothers and sisters: "I am Ouyang Langyun from China, not Tozo Takano from Japan. I You should die in China. This is China's business, not yours. You should all go back to Japan, to your own hometown." But Ouyang Langyun did not expect that Xiushan Fangzi suddenly threw himself into his arms, hugged him tightly and shouted a moving sentence: "Ouyang Jun, I don't want China, China, or Japan, I just want you Ouyang Jun, you still have a Japanese passport, so there is still time to escape. I can go to Hanoi with you!" Ouyang Langyun trembled with excitement, he had never been hugged by a girl like this before, and he had never been entangled with a girl so tightly before.Fangzi pressed her hot cheeks to Ouyang Langyun's face, her body temperature and breath flooded the man in her arms like a torrential rain.Although Ouyang Langyun couldn't hear anything, he still understood the language that all men in the world could understand.However, it was too late for him.At the moment when the bomb was thrown, Ouyang Langyun had already done everything he could do in this life.He can neither give nor receive now.Ouyang Langyun broke down in tears and hugged his lover tightly: "Fangzi, Fangzi, I will definitely go to Japan to find you in the next life..." Hideyama Jiro who was standing aside was also stunned by the scene in front of him. He never expected that his always reserved and shy sister would explode like this.A man's ambition is very similar to that thing called history, which has always been careless.Thus, the two men and their ambitions were drowned together in the tears of a woman. On that night, Ouyang Langyun fell ill.He babbled non-stop during the two days of high fever.On the morning of the next day, when Liu Lanting hurried back to school from Songshan Villa, Ouyang Langyun had already fallen into a coma with a high fever and was unconscious.Liu Lanting swallowed the words that came to his lips again, he originally wanted to say why you didn't follow the plan, but why did you show off your bravery?But Liu Lanting still couldn't bear it, so he had no choice but to turn the questioning in his heart and the evasion plan he had arranged for Ouyang Langyun into a long sigh. On the afternoon of the third day, Ouyang Langyun woke up to the school songs of his classmates.When he put on his clothes and opened the door alone, he saw the classmates lined up on the playground. He suddenly realized that there was singing in his right ear, but the sound seemed to be separated by thousands of mountains and rivers, as if From the distant clouds came the ethereal whistle of pigeons.The afterglow of the setting sun filled his face with radiant vitality, and Ouyang Langyun smiled at the singing: Welcome to the east of Daiding Xiaguang, west to the sound of silver water, the thousand-year-old city has a new look, Gaotang Huayu my school students... Ouyang Langyun strolled to the gate of the school amidst repeated rounds of singing, he suddenly saw the soldiers with guns in the singing, and then saw the notice on the wall.Ouyang Langyun suddenly woke up from the hallucination: he immediately understood that there are still innocent people dying in vain for his assassination.Today, three more people have been executed in the cages, and three people will die for themselves every day in the future.Commander Nie, who had seen through everything, was waiting in the barracks to surrender himself.In an instant, Ouyang Langyun made up his mind.He walked up calmly, tore off the notice, turned to the soldiers with guns, and announced calmly: "I am the assassin you want to catch. I killed the prefect of Tongjiang. I am not Japanese. Ren Yingye Yinzang, I am Ouyang Langyun, a Chinese. Let's go, take me to see your Commander Nie."